Monday, September 22, 2008

Manic Monday

Today I found out if juice gets forgotten in a Thermos for a weekend, and then you open said juice, the thermos releases a high powered spray of the juice right into your face.

That was a fun lesson to learn the hard way. Fucking gross.

Also, being library mom isn't that much fun. I mean, I'll do it. One hour a week isn't going to kill me or anything. I just thought it would be more fun than it is. Big Kid is totally psyched about it and introduces me to his friends as "Mrs. Ashley...da missus is 'cuz she's married."

I have a super busy week coming up, which sucks for you all. Also, I candled the eggs yesterday and I think we might really have chickens in two weeks. Of course we will, since I barely worry about them and dread touching their poopy little selves (did I tell you these eggs are a little poopy? The others weren't. I read not to wash them too, so I roll them with a paper towel. Who wants poopy eggs though? They're not even blue) We'll end up with some scraggly flock of half naked necked $3 a dozen poopy egg mutt chicks. Oh joy.

7 comments:

Lipstick said...

The eggs are poopy?? Awww hell, Ashley. I think you need some fake blue eggs.

The Beach Life said...

I have to clean hubby's car out every friday because much like a 10 year old, he leaves all the containers and lunch bags in there all week! Yet, he still wonders where the mystery smell comes from?

Melodie said...

Yeah, the spray! It's like shaking up a soda can and then opening it. I guess the rotting/fermenting process that occurs over the weekend is what creates all of that gas, which is held under pressure in the closed thermos. Until you open it, of course!

mrs said...

It does suck for us. I've been waiting for that party post for weeks.

I'm glad you found a job, a calling, a purpose outside of being a wonderful momma, but jeez what are we supposed to do?

Judy said...

LOL!

katie b said...

Maybe poopy eggs is the secret to actually getting chicks!

Me said...

Oh yay, I would have to kick something just because. Rotten orange juice in the face DAMMIT!

I guess it's better than something my husband shot in his eye on our FIRST DATE. TMI I know.